Boss Complex

56. Role Reversal

"It's raining." Baekhyun says.

The room has cooled off considerably now, two exhausted bodies half covered under blanket and sheet, catching breath and steadying their pulse. He couldn't have held tighter to the man he loves when he finally let down those walls, and the freedom that he felt making love in Japan seemed so restrained in comparison to the way they loved tonight. Baekhyun wonders if Chanyeol has fallen asleep, turning his head to glance over his shoulder to see Chanyeol with his eyes wet.

"Are you okay?"

Chanyeol smiles in reply, stroking over Baekhyun's ribcage in a gentle brush of fingertips.

"I really didn't think that I'd see you again." he breathes, prompting Baekhyun to turn over to face Chanyeol.

"You're married to my sister, how would I have avoided you for the rest of our lives?"

Maybe there would have been something reserved in the way Chanyeol shed tears before he and his sister filed for divorce. A sort of restraint would have been pushed to ease Baekhyun's pain, but in this moment, Chanyeol is the most tangible and real person that he'd ever known.

"You're very stubborn, my little prince. And you would find a way to get what you want." He whispers, deep voice hoarse under the weight of his burdened thoughts.

His gaze, laced with a glassy veil of emotion, pierces through Baekhyun in a way that only this man seems to be able to do. He reaches for Baekhyun's face, long fingers easing past his cheek to tuck into his hair.

"Have I told you that I love you?"

All of the fabrics that are caressing his naked body pale in their warmth with Chanyeol touching him. In the breath shared before he can find the words to answer, he lingers on unimportant thoughts about whether or not this is fleeting again in a sort of post traumatic stress flashback to Japan once more. He reaches forward to dot the small freckle on Chanyeol's nose, squirming so that their bodies are closer.

"Yes. You did."

"I'm in love with you, Baekhyun. I am in love, and I was sure, somewhere dark and untouched inside, that I would never see you again. Not really. Maybe a picture, or hear your voice too loud on the other end of a phone, maybe even see traces of you where you had come for a visit. But I didn't think I would see you in person, have you look me in the eyes... feel your fingers or be able to touch you. I didn't think I would ever be able to steal you like this, keeping you to myself."

"Steal me..."

Baekhyun shakes his head.

"Things that are stolen belong to someone else, Park Chanyeol. I never belonged to anyone else. I've always been yours. You didn't steal me, Chanyeol, but I was stolen from you."

Chanyeol closes his eyes to savor the sound of the endless sweet confessions, reservations of Baekhyun's feelings crumbling under each whisper confession like breeze to a house of cards. He scoops Baekhyun's body and turns them around in the sheets so that he can look down on Baekhyun. He sits back, admiring the sight of the pink cheeked man like he was regarding rarity. And Baekhyun in rare. He's the kind of person that you meet once, and they linger in your mind for years to come. A flashback that's called upon by fleeting images in day to day life, and suddenly you're back in a memory of looking upon the angelic features of the precious prince once more. He trails his fingers down over Baekhyun's torso, drinking up the shivers that the man transfers through his skin.

Full of admiration, Chanyeol comes in close to one of Baekhyun's nipples to breathe hot air against it, watching it pucker under arousal. Some things seem to never change. He curls his spine up with the arch of his back, and without a word, Chanyeol takes back what is rightfully his, tongue to skin, nipping, dotting, sucking at the soft skin. Baekhyun purrs, his body alive like an engine beneath him, humming, trembling, hot, and when Chanyeol strokes the length of his perfect handful of hard leaking desire, he lets out a primal, protective growl from deep in his chest.